I'm simultaneously amazed by how good this is, and by my uncertainty as to whether I've read it before.
I guess I'd better get used to that feeling as I age - but on the other hand, I can look forward to watching all those great movies again for the first time.*
* some comedian must have already made this observation, but I can't remember.
It's a very honest account of living a bleak life and not having any idea how to get out.
Further, it postulates that the kind of puff pieces that used to fill Wired, Mondo 2000, et al are all pretty much fake. While not literally true, it does seem like those guys were putting an awful lot of spin on what they were writing about.
you mean you weren't 19 in 1993, spending your daylight hours wandering around campus like a zombie, hoping you might pass maths this time and your evenings going home from a nightclub called cybersomething (to which you had a laminated! membership card!) to stay up till dawn on a 9600 baud modem, digging rooms in a MUSH, chatting to marines in Palo Alto, wondering what exactly that girl earlier meant by that comment about Tantric sex?
I guess I'd better get used to that feeling as I age - but on the other hand, I can look forward to watching all those great movies again for the first time.*
* some comedian must have already made this observation, but I can't remember.